Wrench

Wrench
Being in this life meant there were always risks associated with it. This wasn't the first time I was attacked, but I didn't know if I was going to make it through. But, somehow, I did. I made it through, but it didn't mean I made it out in one piece. I was lucky according to some, but the attack broke my body down more than I could ever imagine. I needed to heal, to give my body time to recover, and some of that recovery meant I was going to see a physiotherapist.

I didn't go into recovery looking for any sort of love. Sure, my brothers were finding their happy-ever-afters left and right, but not me. I was always the odd man out. It got to me in a way, and mentally I was fucked while I was at the facility.

Then, I met April. One look at her and I craved her like nothing else. Then she spoke, and I quickly discovered she was a drill sergeant. Over time, I got to know April personally and I grew attached. I was starting to think she might be the thing I've been missing in my life, and I think I was right.

April
In all of my years of being a therapist, I'd never met someone as stubborn and bull-headed as the man called Wrench. At first, I was a bit afraid of him, but I came to find out he wasn't scary in the least bit. He was a man who hated his circumstances. The same circumstances that led him to being in the facility as my patient.

After a while, I figured out how to approach him, and we created a good working relationship with one another. Then, he somehow pulled at my heart strings. He knocked down every wall I'd ever built and before I knew it I was questioning everything.

I yearned for Wrench in a way I'd never craved another and while I was afraid of my vulnerability, he showed me I could count on him.